Super God Gene

“Nice, that's the egg, but its shell is too hard, we tried many ways not to break it, so we can only corrode the shell of the egg using the water from the Black Dead Springs. You arrive just in time, about twenty or thirty more hours, this egg shell is about to be corroded, then we can enjoy the egg.” The Wolf of the Worlds said with great pleasure.

The rolling dragon next to him just stared cold at Hansen without saying a word, like a statue cast of raw iron, wondering whether he did not understand the word or did not hesitate to talk to Hansen.

Hanson was slightly surprised to see that neither the Wolf of the World nor the Dragon Roll had meant to hit him.

Hansen had thought that the Wolf of the Worlds was just trying to put out his words and then do it to him. He had already said that no one else knew this place. The Wolf of the Worlds still had no intention of doing it, as if he had decided to share the egg with him.

Though I don't know what the Wolf of the Worlds is up to, Hanson didn't mean to relax his guard. He kept a certain distance from the Wolf of the Worlds and the Rolling Dragon. He gazed at the eggs in the Black Springs.

Said it was a divine egg, it also looked like it was just a giant egg. I can't see anything special about it. It's hard to imagine that even strong people like the Wolf of Doom can't break the egg shell.

The black spring fluctuated, causing the divine eggs to sink and float in it. Hanson took a closer look and found that many fine black lines had appeared on the egg shell, as if the water from that black dead spring had infiltrated.

“What's your friend's name?” The Wolf of Doom didn't mean to come near Hansen either, just smiled and gazed at Hansen and asked.

“Hanson.” Hanson replied.

“Friends are so powerful, you think they should come from somewhere? How come I've never heard of it before?” The Wolf of the Worlds asked.

“Nothing, just lucky enough to get a few powerful genetic treasures and animal souls.” Hanson said casually.

The more Hansen said that, the less dare the Wolf to underestimate Hansen, the more he just kept talking, the less he meant to do it, as if he really wanted to wait for the egg shell to corrode and shatter and share it with Hansen.

“Is this egg shell really that hard that you can't even break your power?” Hanson asked another question that he didn't quite believe.

According to the rules of the Fourth Shelter, even the descendants of the superdivine creatures, when they were born, the bronze class, could not have too much power.

The Wolf of the Worlds lay beside the Black Dead Springs laughing bitterly: "If I could break it and eat it, I wouldn't run around with it and be chased down by so many super powerful men. ”

After a pause, the Wolf of the Worlds hey hey laughed: “Thinking about the Lord of the Divine Domain, it took a lot of effort to destroy the Queen's joy and let the Queen of Destruction give birth to his offspring. He did not know how much effort was spent on this offspring, and some of them were quite normal. ”

Hansen looked at the egg again and still didn't see anything special. What made Hansen wonder was that he didn't see the molecular residue of the previous creature.

If that creature is food brought in by the Wolf and the Dragon Roller, and eaten by them, there should also be residue of the odor molecule.

Like the white bones in this hole, they all have their own molecular residues, but Hanson doesn't see the molecular residues of that creature.

Hanson was also afraid that the molecules in the cave were too chaotic, he didn't look carefully, he looked carefully several times, and the result was the same, not even a single molecular residue.

“Is it true that the foreign creature did not enter the lake? So where the hell did it go?” Hanson frowned and couldn't think for a moment.

From time to time, the Wolf of Doom talks to Hansen, with a very gentle attitude and a harmless appearance of a pair of animals.

And Rolling Dragon did not say a word, just lay on the side of the Black Dead Springs, staring at the undulating eggs of the spring water, as if it could not see anything in its eyes other than the eggs.

Looking at the looks of them, it really didn't seem like Hanson was going to do it, so it made Hansen feel a little confused.

From time to time, Baby was curious to measure the egg as if he saw something new.

Every minute and second goes by, the black fine lines on the egg shell are getting more and more, and it looks like a crack, much like the Wolf of Death said, and the egg shell really seems to be going to be corroded and shattered.

Knock!

Twenty-seven or eight hours later, Hanson suddenly heard a blast, like a crack in the egg shell as they boiled it.

On the white shell of the egg, one of the black lines has been cracked.

“Yes!” the wolf of the world overjoyed, rolling dragons overjoyed, his tail wrapped around the trident, and directly stabbed the egg of the god in the Black Dead Springs.

The egg has been filled with black lines. Now one of the black lines has burst apart. A fine stitch has been revealed. The trident of the dragon rolled down. Hansen thought it would pierce the egg directly.

But who knew that the sharp tip of the trident was stabbed above the crack of the divine egg, which caused the trident to burst into a spark, but the divine egg was unharmed, and even the crack did not widen a bit.

Hansen was horrified when he heard the Wolf of the World say how hard the egg was, and Hansen still didn't believe it.

The power of the trident he had personally experienced was absolutely the highest level of the fourth shelter, but it was surprising that the egg shell could not be damaged by half.

The Wolf of the Worlds licked his mouth and stopped the dragon wanting to continue, staring at the divine egg and saying: “Looks like we need to wait a little longer, we've all waited so long, not in such a hurry at this moment and a half. ”

The dragon rolled back to its original position and fell down. Hanson looked at the egg, but there was something strange in his heart.

He had never felt alive on the egg before. After the egg shell split, he finally felt the breath coming out of it.

It just makes Hanson feel weird that what's coming out of it is still not life, but a breath similar to death.

“How can there be death? Does this life in the divine egg possess the power of the necrotic system? That's not true either. I've seen the power of a goddess. Her power is completely different from that of a dead spirit. Since she is also a descendant of the Lord of the Divine Domain, can't it be too different?” Hanson thought to himself.

As Hanson pondered, he suddenly frowned and glanced at a corner of the cave.

In that corner, Hanson saw some familiar molecules floating, exactly the kind he'd seen on the shore of the lake.

“Strange! I looked in the hole a few times before, but I didn't find the molecular residue of the foreign organism. How could it suddenly appear there?” Hanson's eyebrows are tighter.